darkness becomes me

Darkness creeps in slowly
like the blooming of summer's roses
Darkness clouds the night skies
this is the sign that
you cannot think clearly
the dark consumes your thoughts
you don't know if you will ever get out of it
winter seems to be there forever
the snow not melting
sleet contuiouns falling
you want to escape the darkness
no matter how hard you try
no matter how hard spring
and even summer
tries to bring sunlight
the darkess remains
you try to follow
the moon,
the stars
the comets
to escape the darkness
thinking they will bring you
to a new place
but they still keep you in the darkness
and then the sun slowly creeps
giving you hope
that one day sunlight will remain
and the summer roses will bloom
and the dark skies will be blue again
and that small piece of light
tells you darkness will be gone
slowly but surely
and the sun's rays will come out
just wait for it to come
day by day

poem

ess O'Nika Auguste

July 31 at 11:43pm · Atlanta, GA · 

the owl is tired
injured
she runs into the trees
hides in the leaves
tastes the fruit
but somehow
this shadow follows her
everywhere
she feels at peace
chasing other owls away from her
she flys into the skies
but she cannot hide
the shadow follows her
at last light comes
the owl turns into a girl
but the hunter still follows her
she runs into the forest
hides under the leaves
runs towards the coast
the hunter follows her
she jumps into the ocean
but she cannot swim
until a fisherwoman/man pulls her out
but then she stills sees the dark shadowy figure
knowing that even though she runs
although she keeps being pulled out
that finlly one day he finally capture
one day when she is too weak to run
the shadow will have her

Not Black enough

Does the way I speak
Really matter to you
If I choose not to always speak ebonics
make me less than a slave than you
You not black enough
so I have been told
because I choose classical and opera
instead of hiphop and rap.
You sold out
because you like white people
so I hear many times
You acting white
people have told me many times
What the hell is acting white?
what is black enough
I am not black enough
I keep hearing every week
because I speak 3 languages
and I can read 3 more a bit
Black people don't know another languages
so I have been told
Black people don't have time to learn languages
while the surviving racism, police brutality
I am not black enough
because they say i never experience the black life
or any hard times.
so they say
so they believe
so they assume
I am not black enough
because I talk white
I write white
I act white
I am into "white people things"
they say
they assume
they believe
I am not black enough
because I am not radical or militant enough
they say
I end looking at the sky
thinking as the birds soar
looking at the sun
and then looking at my skin
and thinking I am darker than you
What is not black enough
but I guess asking what is not black enough
proves to them that I am really not black enough

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around me

around me
I do not see
Who are the angels
Surely not me
once again
I'm broken
once again
I do not believe in him
Again I drown
in the darkness of the ocean
where are the angels
they let me
die in the dark night
depths of the sea
Where is God
why he abandoned me?
Why  has he not protected me
Where is this heaven?
where is heaven?
I suppose that heaven is a myth
Where are my guardian angels
I'm broken
I damaged
I am a person
where is the light?
dying
broken
damged
shame
unloved
with no angels around me
There is no light in my life
darkness
death
brokeness
shame
no love
obscurity

a mi alrededor

a mi alrededor
No veo
¿Quiénes son los ángeles
Seguramente no me
otra vez
Estoy roto
otra vez
Yo no lo creo
Una vez más me ahogo
en la oscuridad del océano
¿dónde están los ángeles
me dejaron
morir en la noche oscura
profundidades del mar
¿Dónde está Dios
por qué me has abandonado?
¿Por qué no la mía protegida
¿Dónde está el cielo?
¿dónde está el cielo?
Supongo que el cielo es un mito
¿Dónde están mis ángeles Gurdián?
¿por qué no registran este lago salado
Estoy roto
dañé
Soy una persona
¿dónde está la luz?
muriendo
roto
damged
vergüenza
sin amor
sin ángeles a mi alrededor
No hay luz en mi vida
oscuridad
muerte
brokeness
vergüenza
sin amor
oscuridad

autour de moi

autour de moi
Je ne vois pas
Qui sont les anges
Sûrement pas moi
encore une fois
Je suis cassé
encore une fois
Je ne le crois pas
Encore une fois je me noie
dans l'obscurité de l'océan
où sont les anges
ils me ont laissé
mourir dans la nuit noire
profondeurs de la mer
où est Dieu
pourquoi il m'a abandonné?
Pourquoi at-il pas de moi protégée
Où est ce ciel?
où est-ce paradis?
Je suppose que le ciel est un mythe
Où sont mes anges Gurdian?
pourquoi ont-ils pas enregistré de ce lac salé
Je suis cassé
Je endommagé
Je suis une personne
où est la lumière?

mourant
cassé
damged
honte
mal aimé
avec pas des anges autour de moi
Il n'y a pas de lumière dans ma vie
que l'obscurité
mort
brokeness
honte
pas d'amour
obscurit